The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.