How Use Doth Breed A Habit In

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

Tis Gold Which Buys Admittance--oft It Doth--yea, And Makes Diana's Rangers False Themselves, Yield Up This Deer To Th' Stand O' Th' Stealer: And 'tis Gold Which Makes The True Man Kill'd And Saves The Thief, Nay, Sometimes Hangs Both Thief And True Man.