I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.