You Lack The Season Of All Natures,

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

The Past Is Prologue.

But Love, First Learned In A Lady's Eyes, Lives Not Alone Immured In The Brain; But, With The Motion Of All Elements, Courses As Swift As Thought In Every Power, And Gives To Every Power A Double Power, Above Their Functions And Their Offices.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.