Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?