The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.