For Truth Hath Better Deeds

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.