God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.