Write Till Your Ink Be Dry, And

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.