By-and-by Is Easily Said.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.