Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.