Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.