Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.