Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun,

True Joy Is The Earnest Which We Have Of Heaven, It Is The Treasure Of The Soul, And Therefore Should Be Laid In A Safe Place, And Nothing In This World Is Safe To Place It In.

But He Who Loveliness Within Hath Found, All Outward Loathes, For He Who Color Loves, And Skin, Loves But Their Oldest Clothes.

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve, And Doth Fulfil All Offices Of Death, Except To Kill.