I Prize Thy Love More

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.

I Wish My Sun May Never Set, But Burn.

To Sing Of Wars, Of Captains, And Of Kings/of Cities Founded, Common-wealths Begun/for My Mean Pen Are Too Superior Things.

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.

Authority Without Wisdom Is Like A Heavy Ax Without An Edge -- Fitter To Bruise Than Polish.