Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.