Pardon's The Word To All.

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.