You Are Not Worth The Dust Which

Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate: Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May, And Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date . . .

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.