Men Judge By The Complexion

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.