Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

Plato Found Fault That The Poets Of His Time Filled The World With Wrong Opinions Of The Gods, Making Light Tales Of That Unspotted Essence, And Therefore Would Not Have The Youth Depraved With Such Opinions.

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

High Honor Is Not Only Gotten And Born By Pain And Danger, But Must Be Nursed By The Like, Else It Vanisheth As Soon As It Appears To The World.