Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.