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• If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be?
  -- Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) -- Poem...
• Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman 's fair?
  Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are?...
• Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell? -- Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) -- Poem
• Splice me timbers, Sir Walter, it's bucko to see you, old matey!
  ! ...I'm sorry? She says 'Hello'. -- Queenie, Raleigh and Edmund : Potato...
• So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
  (Executed by beheading.) ~~ Sir Walter Raleigh, d. October 29, 1618...
• Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may no
  I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not....
• Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall. -- Sir Walter Raleigh
• Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.
  -- Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) -- Verses to Edmund Spense...
• Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Go, Lovely Rose...