Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Fortune, The Great Commandress Of The World, Hath Divers Ways To Advance Her Followers: To Some She Gives Honor Without Deserving; To Other Some, Deserving Without Honor; Some Wit, Some Wealth,--and Some, Wit Without Wealth; Some Wealth Without Wit; Some Nor Wit Nor Wealth.

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.