Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!