I Like This Place And

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

He Is As Full Of Valor As Of Kindness. Princely In Both.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.