Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

A Sympathy In Choice.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.