Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.