A Hand As Fruitful As The Land

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.