Man Is A Torch Borne In The

He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The World.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Extremes, Though Contrary, Have The Like Effects. Extreme Heat Kills, And So Extreme Cold: Extreme Love Breeds Satiety, And So Extreme Hatred; And Too Violent Rigor Tempts Chastity, As Does Too Much License.

Words Writ In Waters.