Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With Much Protesting.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!