Read O'er This And After, This, And

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?