The Tip No Jewel Needs To Wear:

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Ambition, Like Love, Can Abide No Lingering; And Ever Urgeth On His Own Successes, Hating Nothing But What May Stop Them.

God Has Appointed Us Captains Of This Our Bodily Fort, Which, Without Treason To That Majesty, Are Never To Be Delivered Over Till They Are Demanded.

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.