O, Let My Books Be

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.