To England Will I Steal, And There

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.