Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.