Tis So Much To Be A King,

Indeed, There Is No Such Thing As An Altogether Ugly Woman — Or Altogether Beautiful.

Friendship That Possesses The Whole Soul, And There Rules And Sways With An Absolute Sovereignty, Can Admit Of No Rival.

Princes Give Mee Sufficiently, If They Take Nothing From Me, And Doe Me Much Good, If They Doe Me No Hurt: It Is All I Require Of Them.

There Is Some Shadow Of Delight And Delicacy Which Smiles Upon And Flatters Us Even In The Very Lap Of Melancholy.

Why Did I Love Her? Because It Was Her; Because It Was Me.