Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.