I Am Sir Oracle, And

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.