Love Is Natures Second Sun.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.