He Must Needs Go That The Devil

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.