How Use Doth Breed A Habit In

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.