365 7/29

 

In nature there's no blemish but the mind.

None can be called deformed but the unkind.

365 4/16

For time is like a fashionable host

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand

And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,

Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,

And farewell goes out sighing.

365 4/20

Be not afraid;

the isle is full of noises,

sounds and sweet airs,

that give delight and hurt not

365 1/28

And as the morning steals upon the night

melting the darkness

so their rising senses begin to chase the 

ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason

365 7/22

Shaking her wings devouring all in haste