Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

It Was That Fatal And Perfidious Bark, Built In Th' Eclipse, And Rigg'd With Curses Dark.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.