Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.