And Where The Offense Is, Let The

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise