Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.