Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil