Take Thou Of Me, Sweet

It Is The Nature Of The Strong Heart, That Like The Palm Tree It Strives Ever Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

What Is Birth To A Man If It Shall Be A Stain To His Dead Ancestors To Have Left Such An Offspring?

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

Inquisitiveness Is An Uncomely Guest.

The Violence Of Sorrow Is Not At The First To Be Striven Withal; Being, Like A Mighty Beast, Sooner Tamed With Following Than Overthrown By Withstanding.