Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

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

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

If Reasons Were As Plentiful As Blackberries, I Would Give No Man A Reason Upon Compulsion.