Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

More Matter With Less Art.

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.