The Sense Of Death Is

This Was The Noblest Roman Of Them All. All The Conspirators, Save Only He,did That They Did In Envy Of Caesar;he Only, In A General Honest Thoughtand Common Good To All, Made One Of Them. His Life Was Gentle, And The Elementsso Mixd In Him That Nature Might Stand Upand Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.