Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.