Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.