Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.