Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

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

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Omittance Is No Quittance.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.