Assure Thee, If I Do

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.