Parting is such sweet sorrow. >>
In a false quarrel there is no true valor. >>
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. >>
'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, >>
We must not promise what we ought not, lest we be called on to perform >>
Vows are made in storms and forgotten in calm weather. >>
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.