Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War

All Offences Come From The Heart.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.