While We Lie Tumbling In

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.