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Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.