Love Is . . . A Madness

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?