Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.