The Day Shall Not Be Up So

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.