Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?