If She Be Fair And

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.