My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.