They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.