These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

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