Hear The Meaning Within The Word.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.