Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.