Tears Are The Noble Language

Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score; Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More: A Thousand To That Hundred: So Kiss On, To Make That Thousand Up A Million. Treble That Million, And When That Is Done, Let's Kiss Afresh, As When We First Begun.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!