Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest

Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

The Journey Of High Honor Lies Not In Smooth Ways.

Plato Found Fault That The Poets Of His Time Filled The World With Wrong Opinions Of The Gods, Making Light Tales Of That Unspotted Essence, And Therefore Would Not Have The Youth Depraved With Such Opinions.