I Bear A Charmed Life.

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

Now Stand You On The Top Of Happy Hours, And Many Maiden Gardens Yet Unset, With Virtuous Wish Would Bear You Living Flowers, Much Liker Than Your Painted Counterfeit: So Should The Lines Of Life That Life Repair Which This, Time's Pencil, Or My Pupil Pen Neither In Inward Worth Nor Outward Fair Can Make You Live Your Self In Eyes Of Men.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.