There's Nothing That Allays An Angry Mind

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

There's Nothing That Allays An Angry Mind So Soon As A Sweet Beauty.