Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.