Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar,

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

Spangling The Wave With Lights As Vain As Pleasures In The Vale Of Pain, That Dazzle As They Fade.

Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When Once Sullied By A Breath, May Be Wiped Clear Again; But If Once Cracked Can Never Be Repaired.