I See A Man's Life Is A

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.