I Am A Feather For Each Wind

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.