Sometimes, Less Is More.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear