Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

A light heart lives long.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.