Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph

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

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.