Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears Are Vain.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.