Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Her Silent Course Advance With Inoffensive Pace, That Spinning Sleeps On Her Soft Axle.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Were In The Flat Sea Sunk. And Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation She Plumes Her Feathers And Lets Grow Her Wings, That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All-to Ruffled, And Sometimes Impair'd. He That Has Light Within His Own Clear Breast May Sit I' Th' Centre And Enjoy Bright Day; But He That Hides A Dark Soul And Foul Thoughts Benighted Walks Under The Midday Sun.