Time Is The King Of Men.

So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune, That I Would Set My Life On Any Chance, To Mend, Or Be Rid On't.

England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

Such An Act That Blurs The Grace And Blush Of Modesty; Calls Virtue Hypocrite; Takes Off The Rose From The Fair Forehead Of An Innocent Love, And Sets A Blister There; Makes Marriage Vows As False As Dicers' Oaths.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.