Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.