One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.