I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.