Can One Desire Too Much

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.