If Reasons Were As Plentiful As Blackberries,

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.