Boldness Be My Friend.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.