My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.