O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

There's Beggary In Love That Can Be Reckoned