Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!