Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

Oh, Thou Did'st Then Ne'er Love So Heartily. If Thou Rememb'rest Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Inot, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Has't Not Sat As I Do Now, Wearying They Hearer In Thy Mistress's Praise, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Hast Not Broke From Company Abruptly, As My Passion Now Makes Me, Thou Has Not Loved. (silvius)

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.