Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse;

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.