Tears Are The Noble Language Of The

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Let My Muse Fail Of Thy Former Helps, And Only Use Her Inadulterate Strength. What's Done By Me Hereafter Shall Smell Of The Lamp, Not Thee.

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.