How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

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