If One Good Deed In All My

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.