Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's

Tis A Dainty Thing To Command, Though 'twere But A Flock Of Sheep.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

The Eyes Those Silent Tongues Of Love.

Love And War Are The Same Thing, And Stratagems And Policy Are As Allowable In The One As In The Other.

Is It Possible Your Pragmatical Worship Should Not Know That The Comparisons Made Between Wit And Wit, Courage And Courage, Beauty And Beauty, Birth And Birth, Are Always Odious And Ill Taken?.