While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue

Sweets To The Sweet.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.