Love Thrives Not In The Heart That

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!