Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.