Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.