What Is The City But The People?

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.