Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

Woman, The More Careful She Is About Her Face, The More Careless About Her House.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

I Do Honor The Very Flea Of His Dog.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.