Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

The Greater Part Performed Achieves The Less.