Like As The Waves Make Towards The

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.