Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.