Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.