Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.