The King Hath Note Of

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

When He Is Best, He Is A Little Worse Than A Man; And When He Is Worst, He Is Little Better Than A Beast.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.