I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering