Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.