Such Antics Do Not Amount To A

Men That Hazard All Do It In Hope Of Fair Advantages: A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?