Your Face Is A Book, Where Men

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.