My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.