The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.