Like Will To Like, Each

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A-flying; And This Same Flower That Smiles Today, Tomorrow Will Be Dying. The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun, The Higher He’s A-getting, The Sooner Will His Race Be Run, And Nearer He Is To Setting. That Age Is Best Which Is The First, When Youth And Blood Are Warmer; But Being Spent, The Worse, And Worst Times Still Succeed The Former. Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time, And While You May, Go Marry; For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

Against Diseases Here The Strongest Fence Is The Defensive Vertue, Abstinence.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.