Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

This Is The Month, And This The Happy Morn, Wherein The Son Of Heaven's Eternal King, Of Wedded Maid And Virgin Mother Born, Our Great Redemption From Above Did Bring.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.