And Some That Smile Have

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.