The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.