Cursed Be The Hand That Made These

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.