Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.