Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

Reason also is choice.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.