Who Hath No Faith To Man, To

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.