For By His Face Straight Shall You

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.