If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.