A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

In Physic, Things Of Melancholic Hue And Quality Are Used Against Melancholy, Sour Against Sour, Salt To Remove Salt Humors.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.