Self-defense is Nature's eldest law. |
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres. |
She deserves / More worlds than I can lose. |
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin. |
She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offense: Sex to the last |
She knows her man, and when you rant or swear, / Can draw you to her with a single hair. |
Sighed and looked, and sighed again. |
Since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind, what happens, let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. |
So over-violent, or over-civil, / That every man, with him, was God or Devil. |
So poetry, which is in Oxford made / An art, in London only is a trade. |
So sicken waning moons too near the sun,/ And blunt their crescents on the edge of day. |
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there |
Successful crimes alone are justified |
The first is the law, the last prerogative. |
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise |