My Sun Sets To Raise

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

Children Use The Fist Until They Are Of Age To Use The Brain.

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.