And I Will Make It Felony To

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd