Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.