Love All, Trust A Few,

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

But Pearls Are Fair; And The Old Saying Is: Black Men Are Pearls In Beauteous Ladies' Eyes.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.