She Is Mine Own, And I As

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.