So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book!

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.