I Swear Again, I Would Not Be

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.