The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.