But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.