Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?