You Are Made Rather To Wonder At

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time; Despite Thy Wrong, My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young.