Whoever Loveth Me, Loveth My

A Pretty Face May Be Enough To Catch A Man, But It Takes Character And Good Nature To Hold Him.

He Travels Best That Knows When To Return.

Anyone Who Campaigns For Public Office Becomes Disqualified For Holding Any Office At All.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

To Gold And Silver Nature Hath Given No Use That We May Not Well Lack.