And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.