All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

Each Petty Hand Can Steer A Ship Becalm'd; But He That Will Govern And Carry Her To Her Ends, Must Know His Tides, His Currents, How To Shift His Sails; What She Will Bear In Foul, What In Fair Weathers; Where Her Springs Are, Her Leaks, And How To Stop 'em; What Strands, What Shelves, What Rocks Do Threaten Her.

Peace Is Never More Than One Thought Away.