To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come; Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Prov'd, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Lov'd.