Her cheeks like ripen'd lilies steep'd in wine

At last he hath leaped at a daisy, with a halter about his neck.

For as one star another far exceeds, So souls in heaven are placèd by their deeds.

Fie upon such as say, "Young saints, old devils"! It is no doubt a devilish and damnable saying; for what is not bent in the cradle, will hardly be bowed in the saddle.

My God commands, whose power no power resists.

He kept no Christmas-house for once a year; Each day his boards were fill'd with lordly fare: He fed a rout of yeomen with his cheer, Nor was his bread and beef kept in with care: His wine and beer to strangers were not spare; And yet …

On women Nature did bestow two eyes, Like heaven's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise, And wary heads, made rare by art's refining