A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

O My Good Lord, That Comfort Comes Too Late, 'tis Like A Pardon After Execution. That Gentle Physic, Given In Time, Had Cured Me; But Now I Am Past All Comforts Here But Prayers.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.