Though The Sex To Which I Belong

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

To Be A King And Wear A Crown Is A Thing More Glorious To Them That See It Than It Is Pleasant To Them That Bear It.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

The End Crowneth The Work.

Where Minds Differ And Opinions Swerve There Is Scant A Friend In That Company.