In Ways To Greatness Think On This,

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.