If Love Be Blind, It

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

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

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

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.