Put Money In Thy Purse.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

Write Till Your Ink Be Dry, And With Your Tears Moist It Again, And Frame Some Feeling Line That May Discover Such Integrity.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.