Beauty Lives With Kindness.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.