He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long