My Dull Brain Was Wrought

Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray Thee.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.