The Present Eye Praises The

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

And To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour. Beatrice No, Sure, My Lord, My Mother Cried; But Then There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.