I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.