If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip