Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But What Thou Livest, Live Well; How Long, Or Short, Permit To Heaven.

So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met Ever, And To Shameful Silence Brought, Yet Gives Not O'er Though Desperate Of Success.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.