A Little More Than Kin, And Less

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.