We Cannot All Be Masters.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

The Readiness Is All.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.