I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.