All Days Are Nights To See Till

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.