A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.