Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts,

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.