Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.