Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.