Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

There Is A Remedy For Every Thing, Could Men Find It.

Were There No Fooles, Badd Ware Would Not Passe.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Little Losses Amaze, Great Tame.

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.