O' What May Man Within Him Hide,

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.