The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In read more

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.

Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to
your mind.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to
your mind.

She that with poetry is won,
Is but a desk to write upon;
And what men say read more

She that with poetry is won,
Is but a desk to write upon;
And what men say of her they mean
No more than on the thing they lean.

Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.

Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.

The resolved minde hath no cares.

The resolved minde hath no cares.

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.