There's Many A Man Hath

A King Of Infinite Space

She Told Her, While She Kept It, 'twould Make Her Amiable And Subdue My Father Entirely To Her Love, But If She Lost It Or Made A Gift Of It, My Father's Eye Should Hold Her Loathed And His Spirits Should Hunt After New Fancies.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.