We Must Love, As Looking One Day

None Knows The Weight Of Another's Burden.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

To Bee Beloved Is Above All Bargaines.