The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows

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

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.