Let's Meet As Little As We Can

How Much An Ill Word May Empoison Liking!

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.