In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Is she kind as she is fair?

Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.