The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

O Wonderful, Wonderful, And Most Wonderful Wonderful! And Yet Again Wonderful, And After That, Out Of All Hooping.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.