The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.