What My Tongue Dares Not That My

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.