Many Can Brook The Weather That Love

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.