Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.