Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.