A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.