Deeds, not words shall speak me.

That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.

'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.