I Almost Die For Food, And Let

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.