My Only Love Sprung From My Only

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.