Know More Than Other. Work More Than

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.