All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often

Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove. O, No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark, That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken. It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken.

God Grant Us Patience!

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.