Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.