There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.