Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.