When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

There Is No Love-broker In The World Can More Prevail In Man's Commendation With Woman Than Report Of Valor.

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.