Ah, What A Sign It Is Of

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?