Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

Pardon's The Word To All.