Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.