Be Just, And Fear Not.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.