And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.