What Is Past Is Prologue.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.