The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.