A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.