Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.