Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

So. Lie There, My Art.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.