Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

As A Walled Town Is More Worthier Than A Village, So Is The Forehead Of A Married Man More Honorable Than The Bare Brow Of A Bachelor.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.