Use Every Man After His Desert, And

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.