Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.