Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.