He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.