The Man That Is Once Hated, Both

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .