The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?