The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

I Am A Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.