Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

I Am A Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.