And To The English Court Assemble Now,

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.