He Wears His Faith But As The

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Look What Thy Soul Holds Dear, Imagine It To Lie That Way Thou Goest, Not Whence Thou Com'st. Suppose The Singing Birds Musicians, The Grass Whereon Thou Tread'st The Presence Strewed, The Flowers Fair Ladies, And Thy Steps No More Than A Delight Measure Or A Dance; For Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.