Those Who Have Not, And Live In

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

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.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

We Pay A High Price For Intelligence. Wisdom Hurts.

Greatness Brings No Profit To People. God Indeed, When In Anger, Brings Greater Ruin To Great Mens Houses.