Who Hath No Faith To Man, To

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

Love Is Natures Second Sun.