Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Order Is The Greatest Grace.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.