A Heaven On Earth I Have Won

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.