Who Hath No Faith To Man, To

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's Eye.