Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?