The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.