To A Crazy Ship, All Winds Are

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.

Love Makes A Good Eye Squint.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.