So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.