Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.