Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.