My Nature Is Subdued To What It

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity