To Be Direct And Honest Is Not

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.