Lions Make Leopards Tame.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

The Crow Doth Sing As Sweetly As The Lark When Neither Is Attended; And I Think The Nightingale, If She Should Sing By Day When Every Goose Is Cackling, Would Be Thought No Better A Musician Than The Wren. How Many Thing By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.