What Is The City But The People?

Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use Him As He Uses Thee.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments. Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove: O No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken; It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken. Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come: Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Proved, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Loved.

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.