O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He

Grief Fills The Room Up Of My Absent Child, Lies In His Bed, Walks Up And Down With Me, Puts On His Pretty Look, Repeats His Words, Remembers Me Of His Gracious Parts, Stuffs Out His Vacant Garments With His Form

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.