My Only Love Sprung From My Only

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.