Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant

Who Knows But The World May End Tonight

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.