If Love Be Blind, It

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean