Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

For Solomon, He Lived At Ease, And Full Of Honour, Wealth, High Fare, Aimed Not Beyond Higher Design Than To Enjoy His State.

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.