Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me? Young Son, It Argues A Distemper'd Head So Soon To Bid Good Morrow To Thy Bed: Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man's Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie; But Where Unbruised Youth With Unstuff'd Brain Doth Couch His Limbs, There Golden Sleep Doth Reign.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.