Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.