In A False Quarrel There Is No

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.