Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.