They that touch pitch will be defiled.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)