Away, You Trifler! Love! I Love Thee

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.