Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.