Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.