Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.