Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

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