My Hands Are Of Your Color, But

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Tis Better Using France Than Trusting France; Let Us Be Back'd With God, And With The Seas, Which He Hath Given For Fence Impregnable, And With Their Helps Only Defend Ourselves; In Them, And In Ourselves, Our Safety Lies.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.