Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

If It Be Honor In Your Wars To Seem The Same You Are Not,--which, For Your Best Ends, You Adopt Your Policy--how Is It Less Or Worse, That It Shall Hold Companionship In Peace With Honour, As In War: Since That To Both It Stands In Like Request?

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.