Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

Sweets To The Sweet.