Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of It.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.