I Do Love I Know Not What;

Before Man's Fall The Rose Was Born,st. Ambrose Says, Without The Thorn;but For Man's Fault Then Was The Thornwithout The Fragrant Rose-bud Born; But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.