A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity;

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!