Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
808. LENITY.
'Tis the Chirurgeon's praise, and height of art,
Not to cut off, but cure the vicious part.
809. PENITENCE.
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is half, or altogether innocent.
810. GRIEF.
Consider sorrows, how they are aright:
Grief, if't be great, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light.
811. THE MAIDEN-BLUSH.
So look the mornings when the sun
Paints them with fresh vermilion:
So cherries blush, and Kathern pears,
And apricots in youthful years:
So corals look more lovely red,
And rubies lately polished:
So purest diaper doth shine,
Stain'd by the beams of claret wine:
As Julia looks when she doth dress
Her either cheek with bashfulness.