Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.