Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Can We Outrun The Heavens?

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!