A Good Man's Fortune May

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.