Sweets Grown Common Lose Their

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.