Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark