If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet