Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.