Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.