The First Act's Doubtful, But

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.