You Kiss By Th' Book.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.