Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

Lovely Sweetness Is The Noblest Power Of Woman, And Is Far Fitter To Prevail By Parley Than By Battle.

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

The End Of All Knowledge Should Be In Virtuous Action.

I Willingly Confess That It Likes Me Better When I Find Virtue In A Fair Lodging Than When I Am Bound To Seek It In An Ill-favored Creature.