Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain

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.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time; Despite Thy Wrong, My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young.