Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater