For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.