Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.