Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.