It Is The Very Error Of The

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.