Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure Fall.

Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.