The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.