For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

The Lunatic, The Lover, And The Poet, Are Of Imagination All Compact.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.