Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.