Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.

A King Of Infinite Space

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.