Thou Hast Not Half That Power To

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.