I Hope To See London Once Ere

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.