What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair,

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?