When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.