What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.