Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.