We Must Not Be Content

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

Great Actions Speak Great Minds.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.