Let The End Try The Man.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.