Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.