None Pities Him That Is

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.