All Objects Lose By Too

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

War Is The Trade Of Kings.