The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.