Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Enough 's As Good As A Feast.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.

Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's Eye.