Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.