Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.