Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.