Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.