Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.