Tears Are The Noble Language Of The

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.