For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.