Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

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