Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.