Loves all, at any rate, that's great,
Good, beautiful....

_Dis Aliter Visum._


Wave my lady dear a last farewell,
Lamenting who to one and all of us
Domestics was a mother, myriad harms
She used to ward away from every one,
And mollify her husband's ireful mood.

_Balaustion's Adventure._


Men? say you have the power
To make them yours, rule men, throughout life's little hour,
According to the phrase: what follows?
Men, you make,
By ruling them, your own; each man for his own sake
Accepts you as his guide, avails him of what worth
He apprehends in you to sublimate his earth
With fire; content, if so you convey him through night,
That you shall play the sun, and he, the satellite,
Pilfer your light and heat and virtue, starry pelf,
While, caught up by your course, he turns upon himself.

_Fifine at the Fair._