(From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)
Still to be neat, still to be drest
As you were going to a feast.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace.
Good Life, Long Life.
In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
Epitaph on Elizabeth.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virtue than doth live.