But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure,

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves, Small Showers Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast.