What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.

If I Freely May Discover What Should Please Me In My Lover, I Would Have Her Fair And Witty, Savouring More Of Court Than City; A Little Proud, But Full Of Pity; Light And Humorous In Her Toying, Oft Building Hopes, And Soon Destroying, Long, But Sweet In The Enjoying; Neither Too Easy Nor To Hard; All Extremes I Would Have Barr'd.