Leave Us To Our Free Election.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.