How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.