Who Is Here So Vile That Will

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful