Hang Irish Harpers Wherever Found.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

Although My Royal Rank Causes Me To Doubt Whether My Kingdom Is Not More Sought After Than Myself, Yet I Understand That You Havefound Other Graces In Me.

Who Seeketh Two Strings To One Bow, They May Shoot Strong, But Never Straight.

The Stone Often Recoils On The Head Of The Thrower.

It Has Been Always Held For A Special Principle In Friendship That Prosperity Provideth But Adversity Proveth Friends.