No Glass Renders A Man's

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

How Near To Good Is What Is Fair!