Things May Serve Long, But

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.