Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

What Win I, If I Gain The Thing I Seek? A Dream, A Breath, A Froth Of Fleeting Joy. Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sells Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Sweet Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy? Or What Fond Beggar, But To Touch The Crown, Would With The Sceptre Straight Be Strucken Down?

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.