By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

No, No; 'tis All Men's Office To Speak Patience To Those That Wring Under The Load Of Sorrow, But No Man's Virtue Nor Sufficiency To Be So Moral When He Shall Endure The Like Himself. Therefore Give Me No Counsel: My Griefs Cry Louder Than Advertisement.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.