How Quick The Old Woe

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

It Is More Honorable To Be Raised To A Throne Than To Be Born To One. Fortune Bestows The One, Merit Obtains The Other.