And Where The Offense Is, Let The

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest Last.