When the Devil was sick, the Devil a Monk would be,
When the Devil was well, the Devil a Monk was he.
Sir Walter Raleigh on the Snuff of a Candle the Night before he died.
Cowards fear to die, but Courage stout,
Rather than live in Snuff, will put it out.
On Marriage: In a Window at Tunbridge.
If ’tis to marry when the Knot is ty’d,
Why then they marry, who at Tyburn ride.
And if that Knot, ’till Death, is loos’d by none,
Why then to marry, and be hang’d’s all one.