Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.