Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

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

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.