What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.