Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Knowing I Lov'd My Books, He Furnish'd Me From Mine Own Library With Volumes That I Prize Above My Dukedom.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.