Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.