On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.