But I Will Wear My

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time