O! For A Muse Of Fire, That

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.