All Pride Is Willing Pride.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Love Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom.