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Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.

If I Freely May Discover What Should Please Me In My Lover, I Would Have Her Fair And Witty, Savouring More Of Court Than City; A Little Proud, But Full Of Pity; Light And Humorous In Her Toying, Oft Building Hopes, And Soon Destroying, Long, But Sweet In The Enjoying; Neither Too Easy Nor To Hard; All Extremes I Would Have Barr'd.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.