The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.