A Light Heart Lives Long.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.