For Books Are As Meats And Viands

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.

Now Came Still Evening On, And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad; Silence Accompany'd; For Beast And Bird, They To Their Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale; She All Night Long Her Amorous Descant Sung; Silence Was Pleas'd. Now Glow'd The Firmament With Living Sapphires; Hesperus, That Led The Starry Host, Rode Brightest, Till The Moon, Rising In Clouded Majesty, At Length Apparent Queen Unveil'd Her Peerless Light, And O'er The Dark Her Silver Mantle Threw.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To Be At All.