It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.