Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

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

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.