Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

I Can See He's Not In Your Good Books,' Said The Messenger. 'no, And If He Were I Would Burn My Library.

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.