Allow Not Nature More Than

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.