A High Hope For A Low Heaven:

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.