I Wonder That You Will Still Be

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.