More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?