I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.

Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand It Possess, But Doth Waste With Greediness.

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.