The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

We Have Seen Better Days.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.