Can I Go Forward When My Heart

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Eyed, Such Seems Your Beauty Still. Three Winters Cold Have From The Forests Shook Three Summers' Pride, Three Beauteous Springs To Yellow Autumn Turn'd In Process Of The Seasons Have I Seen, Three April Perfumes In Three Hot Junes Burn'd, Since First I Saw You Fresh, Which Yet Are Green.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Have Patience, And Endure

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.