Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

When I Died Last, And, Dear, I Die As Often As From Thee I Go Though It Be But An Hour Ago, And Lovers' Hours Be Full Eternity.

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.