Love Is A Smoke Made With The

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!