Your Face Is A Book, Where Men

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.