Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.