Some Rise By Sin, And Some By

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.