Can One Desire Too Much Of A

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.