Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.