Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.