The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.