Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.