The Prize Of All Too

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.