Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

In Jest, There Is Truth.