Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie; But He That Boldly Bears Calamity.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.