Ay, But To Die, And Go We

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.