My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.