Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes Your Strength; And This Weakness Gives Strength To Your Opponents.

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.