Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Laughter Almost Ever Cometh Of Things Most Disproportioned To Ourselves And Nature: Delight Hath A Joy In It Either Permanent Or Present; Laughter Hath Only A Scornful Tickling.

Whoever Gossips To You Will Gossip About You.

Fear Is The Underminer Of All Determinations; And Necessity, The Victorious Rebel Of All Laws.