Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.