O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.