A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

The Physician, By The Study And Inspection Of Urine And Ordure, Approves Himself In The Science; And In Like Sort Should Our Author Accustom And Exercise His Imagination Upon The Dregs Of Nature.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!