There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.