When Death Doth Close His

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use Him As He Uses Thee.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?