Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Extremes, Though Contrary, Have The Like Effects. Extreme Heat Kills, And So Extreme Cold: Extreme Love Breeds Satiety, And So Extreme Hatred; And Too Violent Rigor Tempts Chastity, As Does Too Much License.

Love Is Natures Second Sun.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.