“ The stars that have most glory have no rest. ”
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
~ Samuel Daniel
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
