Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.