Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain Doubts And Idle Cares And Over Caution.

When I Consider Life, 't Is All A Cheat. Yet Fool'd With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think To-morrow Will Repay. To-morrow 's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse, And While It Says We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest. Strange Cozenage! None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And From The Dregs Of Life Think To Receive What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.