You Know That Love Will Creep In

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.