Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.