Well, Every One Can Master

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.