This World To Me Is Like A

O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And Flame Of Thy Distemper, Sprinkle Cool Patience.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.