The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason