Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

To Move Is To Stir, And To Be Valiant Is To Stand; Therefore, If Tou Art Mov'd, Thou Runst Away. (to Be Angry Is To Move, To Be Brave Is To Stand Still. Therefore, If You're Angry, You'll Run Away.)

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.