I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.