Wickedness Is Weakness.

To Know That Which Lies Before Us In Daily Life Is The Prime Wisdom.

Ah Gentle Pair, Ye Little Think How Nigh Your Change Approaches, When All These Delights Will Vanish And Deliver Ye To Woe, More Woe, The More Your Taste Is Now Of Joy.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?