The Due Of Honor In No Point

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

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.