We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!