Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.