Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Let Wealth Come In By Comely Thrift, And Not By Any Sordid Shift; 't Is Haste Makes Waste; Extremes Have Still Their Fault. Who Gripes Too Hard The Dry And Slipp'ry Sand, Holds None At All, Or Little, In His Hand.