What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.