There Is Little Hope Of

Remember Always, That Man Is A Creature Whose Reason Is Often Darkened With Error.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

Indeed, The Roman Laws Allowed No Person To Be Carried To The Wars But He That Was In The Soldiers Roll.

Contentions For Trifles Can Get But A Trifling Victory.