Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.