Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure; But Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise, The Tent That Searches To Th' Bottom Of The Worst.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.