Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short

Great Is Not Great To The Greater.

O You Virtuous Owle, The Wise Minerva's Only Fowle.

What Doth Better Become Wisdom Than To Discern What Is Worthy The Living.

In The Truly Great, Virtue Governs With The Sceptre Of Knowledge.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.