You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.