Sweets To The Sweet.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!