To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.