Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.