A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

It Is Not Politic In The Commonwealth Of Nature To Preserve Virginity. Loss Of Virginity Is Rational Increase, And There Was Never Virgin Got Till Virginity Was First Lost. That You Were Made Of Is Metal To Make Virgins. Virginity, By Being Once Lost, May Be Ten Times Found: By Being Ever Kept, It Is Ever Lost. ’tis Too Cold A Companion: Away With ’t!