A Dull Head Thinks Of

Much More May A Judge Overweigh Himself In Cruelty Than In Clemency.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

Laughter Almost Ever Cometh Of Things Most Disproportioned To Ourselves And Nature: Delight Hath A Joy In It Either Permanent Or Present; Laughter Hath Only A Scornful Tickling.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

The Tip No Jewel Needs To Wear: The Tip Is Jewel Of The Ear.