Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

The Patient Must Minister To Himself