Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Queen And Huntress, Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep, Seated In Thy Silver Chair, State In Wonted Manner Keep: Hesperus Entreats Thy Light Goddess, Excellently Bright.

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.