Life's Uncertain Voyage.

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.