To England Will I Steal,

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.