If One Good Deed In All My

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.

Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It; The One Brings Fuel, The Other Blows It Till It Burns Clear.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes