Let The End Try The Man.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

Tis Gold Which Buys Admittance--oft It Doth--yea, And Makes Diana's Rangers False Themselves, Yield Up This Deer To Th' Stand O' Th' Stealer: And 'tis Gold Which Makes The True Man Kill'd And Saves The Thief, Nay, Sometimes Hangs Both Thief And True Man.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon Him.