Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.