Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.