Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.