Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.