Much Rain Wears The Marble.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.