For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.