Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.