Wherein the graver had a strife / With Nature to out-do the life.

A good life is a main argument.

In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.

I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.