Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.