I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.