She Will Die If You Love Her

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.