This Is Sweet To See Your Foe,

Do Not Mistake For Wisdom That Opinion Which May Rise From A Sick Mind.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

In Every Work A Reward Added Makes The Pleasure Twice As Great.