When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.