Let Those That Merely Talk

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.