The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love