O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better

Yet Mark'd I Where The Bolt Of Cupid Fell: It Fell Upon A Little Western Flower, Before Milk-white, Now Purple With Love's Wound, And Maidens Call It Love-in-idleness.

This Liberty Is All That I Request.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.