Omittance Is No Quittance.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.