Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.