O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.