Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.