Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.