Some Falls The Means Are Happier To

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.