Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.