Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.