The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.