Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On;

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Some Asked Me Where The Rubies Grew, And Nothing I Did Say; But With My Finger Pointed To The Lips Of Julia.

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

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.