Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.

I'll Not Meddle With It; It Is A Dangerous Thing; It Makes A Man A Coward; A Man Cannot Steal, But It Accuseth Him; A Man Cannot Swear, But It Checks Him; A Man Cannot Lie With His Neighbor's Wife, But It Detects Him. 'tis A Blushing, Shame -faced Spirit, That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom ; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles; It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That By Chance I Found; It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It; It Is Turned Out Of All Towns And Cities For A Dangerous Thing; And Every Man That Means To Live Well Endeavors To Trust To Himself And Live Without It.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...