"lawyers Are": Perilous Mouths.

The Lily I Condemned For Thy Hand, And Buds Of Marjoram Had Stol'n Thy Hair: The Roses Fearfully On Thorns Did Stand, One Blushing Shame, Another White Despair; A Third, Nor Red Nor White, Had Stol'n Of Both And To His Robbery Had Annex'd Thy Breath; But, For His Theft, In Pride Of All His Growth A Vengeful Canker Eat Him Up To Death. More Flowers I Noted, Yet I None Could See But Sweet Or Colour It Had Stol'n From Thee.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.