Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

God Doth Not Promise Here To Man That Hewill Free Him Quickly From His Misery;but In His Own Time, And When He Thinks Fit,then He Will Give A Happy End To It.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.