The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
An examin'd enterprize goes on boldly.
Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.