Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.