Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth Still As He That Gives The Bravest Onset.

I Willingly Confess That It Likes Me Better When I Find Virtue In A Fair Lodging Than When I Am Bound To Seek It In An Ill-favored Creature.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.