Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

Accommodated; That Is, When A Man Is, As They Say, Accommodated; Or When A Man Is, Being, Whereby A' May Be Thought To Be Accommodated,?which Is An Excellent Thing.

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.