Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.