Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here! How Beauteous Mankind Is! O Brave New World, That Has Such People In't!

Love Comforteth Like Sunshine After Rain, But Lust's Effect Is Tempest After Sun; Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain, Lust's Winter Comes Ere Summer Half Be Done; Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.