My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both

God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice.

He That Desires To Print A Book, Should Much More Desire, To Be A Book.

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.

Die Not, Poore Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree, Whose Fruit Threw Death On Else Immortal Us, If Lecherous Goats, If Serpents Envious Cannot Be Damned; Alas; Why Should I Be?