Much Rain Wears The Marble.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.