Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die