But How Can Finite Grasp

A Coward Is The Kindest Animal; 'tis The Most Forgiving Creature In A Fight.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.