Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Peace Is Never More Than One Thought Away.