All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.