Wait For The Season When To Cast

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.