The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.