In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!