Love Reasons Without Reason.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Who Can Control His Fate?

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.