Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

What A Fool Honesty Is.