You Will Never Age For

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

Say She Rail; Why, I'll Tell Her Plain She Sings As Sweetly As A Nightingale. Say That She Frown; I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Wash'd With Dew. Say She Be Mute And Will Not Speak A Word; Then I'll Commend Her Volubility, And Say She Uttereth Piercing Eloquence.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.

Pardon's The Word To All.