Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

When A Daffadill I See, Hanging Down His Head Towards Me, Guess I May, What I Must Be: First, I Shall Decline My Head; Secondly, I Shall Be Dead: Lastly, Safely Buryed.