If This Be Not Love,

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

There Are Come Critics So With Spleen Diseased, They Scarcely Come Inclining To Be Pleased: And Sure He Must Have More Than Mortal Skill, Who Please One Against His Will.

Music Alone With Sudden Charms Can Bind The Wand'ring Sense, And Calm The Troubled Mind.