The Hand That Hath Made You Fair

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

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