Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.