If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

The Violence Of Either Grief Or Joy, Their Own Enactures With Themselves Destroy.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.