Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

Bad's The Best Of Us.

It Is A Word That's Quickly Spoken, Which Being Unrestrained, A Heart Is Broken