Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care