The Course Of True Love

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.

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.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!