Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.