What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Fills The air around with beauty.

The dew of compassion is a tear.