Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons,

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.