Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.