Love Is Merely A Madness.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.