But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.