O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.