Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.