Destiny Is Always Dark.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

Such A Saint, Such An Offering.

Good Cable, To Enforce And Draw, And Be Thy Law, While Thou Didst Wink And Wouldst Not See.

Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.