I Have More Care To Stay Than

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.