Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck, Fears To Sail Upon The Seas, Though With A Gentle Gale.