Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?