If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!