My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.