Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must

A Victory Is Twice Itself When The Achiever Brings Home Full Numbers.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.