A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand This Holy Shrine, The Gentle Fine Is This: My Lips, Two Blushing Pilgrims, Ready Stand To Smooth That Rough Touch With A Tender Kiss.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.