Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!