Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
In right and service to their noble country.
A very honest woman but something given to lie