- His Confession
Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;
And as our bad, more than our good works are,
E'en so those lines, pen'd by my wanton wit,
Treble the number of these good I've writ.
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- What God Is
God is above the sphere of our esteem,
And is the best known, not defining Him.
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- Love Me Little, Love Me Long
You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,
Grown violent, does either die or tire....
- Health
Health is no other, as the learned hold,
But a just measure both of heat and cold.
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- Upon Brock. Epig
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies....