Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.