Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.