A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.

One Ought To Be Afraid Of Nothing Other Then Things Possessed Of Power To Do Us Harm, But Things Innoucuous Need Not Be Feared.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

Love With Delight Discourses In My Mindupon My Lady's Admirable Gifts...beyond The Range Of Human Intellect.