All Offences Come From The Heart.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.