Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.