Love For Thy Love , And Hand

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

Love Is Merely A Madness.