Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.