This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.