Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then What Should War Be?

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.