Our Lives Are But Our Marches To

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

The True Way To Gain Much, Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much. He Is Not Rich That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Not Poor That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much.