So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

Is This The Generation Of Love? Hot Blood, Hot Thoughts And Hot Deeds? Why, They Are Vipers. Is Love A Generation Of Vipers?

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.