For My Part, I May Speak It

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

The Violence Of Either Grief Or Joy, Their Own Enactures With Themselves Destroy.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.