He Was Not So Much Brain As

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.