Greatness Knows Itself.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.