If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
A day may sink or save a realm.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.