Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse