Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

For As A Surfeit Of The Sweetest Things The Deepest Loathing To The Stomach Brings, Or As Tie Heresies That Men Do Leave Are Hated Most Of Those They Did Deceive, So Thou, My Surfeit And My Heresy, Of All Be Hated, But The Most Of Me!

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.