Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book

Cursed Be The Verse, How Well So E'er It Flow, That Tends To Make One Worthy Man My Foe.

The Lot Of Man - To Suffer And To Die.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.