Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.