Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.