Ready Writing Makes Not Good

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.