I Bear A Charmed Life.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Such An Act That Blurs The Grace And Blush Of Modesty; Calls Virtue Hypocrite; Takes Off The Rose From The Fair Forehead Of An Innocent Love, And Sets A Blister There; Makes Marriage Vows As False As Dicers' Oaths.