With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be

Here Thou, Great Anna! Whom Three Realms Obey, / Dost Sometimes Counsel Take—and Sometimes Tea.

Beauty That Shocks You, Parts That None Will Trust, Wit That Can Creep, And Pride That Licks The Dust.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?