One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

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