Women May Fail When There Is No

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.

The Hideous God Of War.