Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

Good Name In Man And Woman, Dear My Lord, Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls: Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash; ’tis Something, Nothing; ’twas Mine, ’tis His, And Has Been Slave To Thousands; But He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Not Enriches Him, And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.