On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.