One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.