If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

The Love Of Wicked Men Converts To Fear; That Fear To Hate, And Hate Turns One Or Both To Worthy Danger And Deserved Death.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster