Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My

For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire Phrase.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!