He That Dies Pays All

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.