All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.