While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?