He Is At No End Of His

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's Eye.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.