Love Goes Toward Love.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.

Good Things Should Be Praised.

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

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.