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The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?