The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Now The Melancholy God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Garments Of Changeable Taffeta, For Thy Mind Is Opal.