Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.