Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.