Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?