The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.