Love Reasons Without Reason.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.