O, I Have Suffered With Those That

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of All.

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.