Who Is It Needs Such Flawless Shafts

Thank God Every Morning When You Get Up That You Have Something To Do That Day, Which Must Be Done, Whether You Like It Or Not.

Beauty Hath No True Glass, Except It Be In The Sweet Privacy Of Loving Eyes.

And But Two Ways Are Offered To Our Will, Toil With Rare Triumph, Ease With Safe Disgrace, The Problem Still For Us And All Of Human Race.

That Love For One, From Which There Doth Not Spring Wide Love For All, Is But A Worthless Thing.

A Stray Hair, By Its Continued Irritation, May Give More Annoyance Than A Smart Blow.