They Met So Near With Their Lips

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.