What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
