How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

Up Then, Fair Phoenix Bride, Frustrate The Sun; Thyself From Thine Affection Takest Warmth Enough, And From Thine Eye All Lesser Birds Will Take Their Jollity. Up, Up, Fair Bride, And Call Thy Stars From Out Their Several Boxes, Take Thy Rubies, Pearls, And Diamonds Forth, And Make Thyself A Constellation Of Them All; And By Their Blazing Signify That A Great Princess Falls, But Doth Not Die. Be Thou A New Star, That To Us Portends Ends Of Much Wonder; And Be Thou Those Ends.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.