With Mirth And Laughter Let

I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.