Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.