Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

I May Command Where I Adore.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.