Love Is Love's Reward.

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Thou Spring'st A Leak Already In Thy Crown, A Flaw Is In Thy Ill-bak'd Vessel Found; 'tis Hollow, And Returns A Jarring Sound, Yet Thy Moist Clay Is Pliant To Command, Unwrought, And Easy To The Potter's Hand: Now Take The Mould; Now Bend Thy Mind To Feel The First Sharp Motions Of The Forming Wheel.