The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.