I Go, I Go, Look How I

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.