We Will Meet; And There

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

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

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.